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Rocklynn-Rosalie Thanx for the reveiw! It's my first ever review!!!!

Some of this story is written (along with about 6 other stories) in my writting notebook so I will most likely be updating more than one story at once but I will try to concentrate on the stories that get more reveiws.

Dark Thoughts and Discoveries

NOVEMBER 2, 1993

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent hours skiming through the obituaries of old crumbly newspapers.

"We're never going to find him, Harry" Ron complained."Can't we just give up?"

"No he's got to be here somewhere," Harry replied. "I know he has to be."

"Let's bring some of there up to your dorm so you can look at them later." Hermione sugested indicating the small stack of papers that they hadn't gone through.

Harry nodded and watched as Hermione transfigured the stack to look like varioius text books. They walked back to Griffindor commmon room quickly, with Hermione shotting guilty, furtive looks over her shoulder. As they went Harry barely noticed the small groups of people clumpled together, talking in the halls. They were all anxious and scared. All he cared about was finding the identity of the mystery man.

When they got into the common room Harry went straight to his bed and started to untransfigure the nespapers. He spent all night looking through the remaining newspaper's obituraries. When the last one yeilded no results Harry threw the stack to the ground and then paced moodily around the empty dorm.

He felt a burning desire to find the mystery man. It simply didn't make sense that he hadn't died between 1980 and 1981. Or had he not died at all? A nagging voice whispered in the back of his head. Did, or does, he just not care? Harry thought about this for a few moments and them decided that that defenitly wasn't true. You just had to look in the man's eyes to see he cared a lot about Harry. Harry was sure it had to be something else. He racked his brain for another reason for the man's 12-year absence from his life.

Maybe he moved to a sucluded place? No, he'd have come as soon as he found out about my parents. That wouldn't take 12 years, would it?...Maybe he didn't get custody of me?... No, he would have at least visited... wait... maybe.... Harry bit his lip worriedly. He really didn't want to believe this option either but it made sense... maybe he went missing and they didn't declare him dead until later... after all Harry had only checked the obituraries, he hadn't even glanced at any of the front covers or the rest of the papers.... But that would mean it was almost definetly by followers of Voldemort.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to push away images of what they could have done to the light hearted man out of his mind. He hated Voldemort and all of his followers, more than he ever had. He especially hated Sirius Black because Voldemort had gotten punishment (though he still deserved worse) but Black was free now despite his stay in Azkaban. Harry fell asleep dwelling on revenge.

------------------- DREAM ------------------

Harry was sitting on a deep red couch in the middle of a cozy sitting room. This time he knew right away that he was in his parents house. He looked around hoping to see his parents or the dark-haired man, of anyone really. He was dissapointed to find the room empty save a callico cat napping in a nearby arm chair. Harry sat and waited for something to happen (well, he suposed, he couldn't do anything anyway seeing as this was a memory, but whatever).

He didn't have to wait long however because there was the sound of a door opening from somewhere behind him and he heard people enter the room. Harry desperately wanted to know who but seeing as he wasn't in control here he would just have to hope that the baby version of him would also be curious.

The footsteps got nearer and Harry noticed they were having a hushed argument. They were men's voices and he only heard two of them.

Then they came around to the other side of the couch. The first man he recognized from the mirror of Eris and his countless pictures of him; it was his dad, James Potter. The second man was the man from his earlier dream, Hes warm smile today was replaced with a worried expression. He looked stressed and the bags under his eyes suggested that he had not slept much recently.

"James," he said quietly, as if by being quiet the other man would lisen to him, "James please! Just let Dumbledore!"

"No, I don't trust him as much as I trust you," James said warily, "Lily and I would both feel so much safer if it was you."

"But James!" The man said, his voice starting to rise, "what if they kill me? Or toture me? What will happen to you?!? Think about that! About Lily and Harry! James for the love of god, Please!"

"Sirius, you don't understand," James answered. Harry felt his heart freeze. Surely not? Please, please if there is a god, NO! Sirius Black?!? NO!!! It is impossible!...Maybe he wasn't Black? Harry hoped suddenly. Maybe it's just a coincidence? Harry shuddered inside anyway. His baby verson, however, smiled and gurgled happily at the mention of the man -Sirius- Harry mentaly corrected himself, Meanwhile his father continued. "I can't, won't, let anyone else be my secret keeper!"

"So, you'll trust me with the lives of you wife and son, not to mention youself?!?" NO!!! Harry thought. Though he wished with all his heart that Sirius wasn't Black, He still didn't want this to be the reason his parents has died.

But that would make sence wouldn't it? Said that traitorous voice in the back of his head, They should be safe if they trust their lives are safe with him, but if he's Black....

"Yes!" James practicaly shouted.

"No!" Sirus answered, " No, James! God, please, please, lisen to me!" he sounded desperate at this point, "Anyone but me! Please! They'll know it was me. They'll get me and then kill you! Please James! Dumbledore,or Jenifer! God make it Petunia Dursley! But NOT me!"

"Sirius, I-" James began.

"Wait!" Sirius said exicitedly, "Peter!"

"I..." James was momentarly stunned, then he looked thoughtrful. "ya know, that might work..."
"It's perfect!" Sirius said in a rush, "They'll think it's me! Peter will protect you!"

"Okay," James agreed hesitently, "but we should tell Remus."

"No," said Sirius, slightly forceful, "this has to be just between you, me, lily, and Peter."

James' hazle eyes held Sirius' pale gray ones for several moments before he sighed and droped his gaze. "Fine..."

Sirius' face broke into a huge smile. "Thanks," he said

----------------- REALITY------------------

"NO!" Harry cried, waking up suddenly and nearly falling out of bed.

Sorry it's kinda short... I'll try to keep the future chapters at a decent length.

...Oh yeah, err, if you are wondering who Jenifer is don't... she's my charactor,(No relation to my Muse) and she isn't in most of my fanfics.....she might end up in this one though....